Category: Around the world

Ladislav had actually found someone’s cell phone and as luck had it, it was not locked. He tried one of the telephone numbers in it – mom. Apparently there was a small problem in with a language barrier but eventually he did manage to get the idea across that he had the cell phone which apparently was from her son. Yet, once this bit of information had been communicated she kept saying over and over no I don’t care I don’t want it.

Well, our good Samaritan went a step further. There was another telephone number and so he called it. No real communication problems, and it turned out to be his ex-wife. Well, she was not real excited to be all that helpful but she did clarify that on Friday’s he would probably be found in a bar. Interesting news but it was Monday.

Well, were does he live? Well, he lives on a xyz street. Uh, ok, but what address? I don’t know but it will be the most rundown house on the street. If there was more information given, Ladislav didn’t say but he did eventually find the owner of the cell phone.

There are good people in the world.

It was summer and my friend was sitting on the bus. He wasn’t alone, there was a girl sitting near him who was pretty much keeping to her own thoughts. However, he could tell that she was really checking him out when she went from looking around the bus to staring at him.

Well, she was not staring at him as much as his leg. It seems that one leg was really hairy while the other one was “bald”. It turns out that this individual had been to a party a few days back and although he had a really great time, he over did it and was the first one to pass out. This gave an opportunity for his friends who were also at the party to explore their more creative side with a razer. I guess they had time and interest to shave one leg and half of his back.

Lessons learned: Never be one the first to pass out at a party.

I went to a Star Trek convention once and on the opening evening there was a small party, so of course we all went to have a couple of beers and see people dressed for the 24th century. One of the women who was with us all of a sudden looked up and said “My pants are vibrating – should I be worried about this?”

There was no innuendo intended, her cell phone was set to vibrate and she was receiving a phone call from the baby sitter.

I would reproduce the actual text from the EULA for a new on-line free to play game that I recently saw, but due to the embarrassing terms and what could actually be a copyright violation by republishing it, I will summarize what they expect you to agree to. This is only a small summary of one section of the agreement

Amendments

The company may change our agreement with you or modify the rules of conduct at any time without notifying you about this. However, we will post the new terms on our web site. These changes will take effect immediately after our posting them. Your use of “Game-service” after the posting date of these terms constitutes you agreeing to the new terms. You agree to check out the current agreement terms and the rules of conduct periodically so you remain informed as we will modify terms and conduct from time to time as we will not notify you of any change.

This is actually a genius solution. Most people don’t bother to read the end user license agreement when installing software. The odds of them constantly monitoring an Internet site and reading the complete EULA looking for changes are almost zero.

Sometimes it is the little things that are so much fun. My colleagues really enjoy when I visit the client’s kantine, or cafeteria. The reason for their joy is that my German is actually not perfect, and to make it worse I tend to have an “American” accent when speaking. Every language has its little quirks – Japanese for example has no “L” sound and when speaking with Japanese people in English you might catch an “R” sound where the L sound might be. While Hungarian has a lot of rolling R’s.

Well my problem with German is my R’s, which make some of the words come out as understandable but not quite perfect. While I was telling a story to a friend about how my children didn’t want me to read to them in German, I ended up at the front of the line. Not only was I not able to order my “Rinder Ragout”(roughly beef stew) and but somehow I wasn’t able to get any “Brokkoli” either. I found that to be both frustrating and funny as the other side dishes were rice, potatoes, and pasta – none of which sounded anything like broccoli.

With this as my background I did get a small insight into how others deal with these difficulties. My colleague explained how a friend of his from Bratislava ordered beer when in Cologne, Germany. He went up to the bar and said he wanted a beer. The bartender held up a small glass, 0.2 liter, which would have been the local specialty of Kölsch.

He vigorously shook his head no and pointed to the half liter weizen glasses that were nearby. None of this pesky talking and being misunderstood, nah, just point and grunt.

There is a cafeteria that I visit when working at a certain client. They are actually fairly organized, there is a menu posted to the intranet that shows what the menu will be over a two week period.

The cafeteria has three different main dishes as well as a “special” dish. The special dish is usually not that much different than cafeteria food despite being twice the price of the regular dish, but I digress.

One of the good yet odd things about the cafeteria is that they have a computer screen outside quickly showing the menu options. This is always broken down into the following screens.

3 The special menu description

2 A picture of the special menu on a plate

2 The other three dishes described

2 The four side dishes described

The number to the left of these screens is approximately how many seconds the information is displayed. The special is usually a very flowery description of what the menu contains and usually cannot be read in a single viewing. The other menu options are not quite as wordy but it usually takes more than a few views to determine what the overall menu choices are.

Perhaps I am just a difficult customer but I would have thought that having a slightly longer delay per screen, say 4 or 5 seconds each, would be more reasonable. I guess who ever created this “online” menu never had to use it, or was a speed reader.

As much as I would like to embarrass my local electronic store, I suspect it really isn’t their fault. The history of computing, if you go back far enough, is littered with acronyms such as ASCII and EBCDIC which were the character sets that computers used.

These character sets were designed to represent numbers, Latin letters in both upper and lower case, punctuation as well as some control codes. These character sets did include support for diacritic marks found in other languages such as Celtic, …, Estonian, Finnish, French, … German, Slavic, Spanish just to name a few.

Apparently other cultures were fond of the proper representation of their written language so in the intervening decades there were new character set solutions where developed on computers which did correct this shortcoming. Either the software came from an English speaking country or no effort was made to support local languages or perhaps both.

What was this item? It is a “Universal sortiment kasten 20 fächer” otherwise known as a small plastic box that was divided up into 20 compartments each of which can be used hold small parts.

While I was in college I met someone else who was going to night school. She was taking computer classes. It was not clear exactly how we got onto the subject but we were speaking about binary numbers. She said that they were talking about this in her class, perhaps I was being a jerk but I asked for a bit more detail.

She said, you know that binary is base two it is about ones and twos. The words had just barely cleared her mouth when she realized what she said. She then corrected herself to mean that binary is zeros and ones – just a second too late.

A lot of cities, states and countries have tried various methods to increase the money collected to support government services. If you have ever gotten a speeding ticket due to the placement of a speed camera or police car you may have some negative feelings. In Slovakia they tried having camera + speed camera’s setups to catch the unwary.

Unfortunately for the police, it was decided in court that this was an in-acceptable method of catching speeders. The decision was that you must actually confront the driver with the evidence as it was possible under the other situation a ticket would be mailed to the car owner yet not whoever was speeding.

It was after this ruling that a farmer happened to notice a police car that was “staked out” in a small depression on his property. This police officer was undoubtedly “doing good works” for the public. It is possible that this particular farmer had been caught by other police do gooders in the past as that explains his dislike of the entire situation.

This farmer had a very clever idea. He went into the pig barn loaded manure spreader which turned out to be almost full which was pretty close to the 8000 liter or approximately 2100 gallons of liquid fertilizer. He drove to the top of the hill overlooking the speed trap and proceeded to dump its load on the ground letting gravity do the rest.

No, after that no other police car was ever seen parking in that particular spot.

How many times have you see something or experienced something with a friend or partner and suggested you will never let them live that one down. I guess I am better at making that promise than carrying it out – it is probably better for my marriage that is the case. Yet there is one example that I just cannot let go.

There is virtually no ironing going on in our household, and if there is it is me who is doing it. I do bring this up to my wife who always tries to explain it away. My retort is always virtually the same.

“your grandmother actually used to iron the pillow cases”

“when you were visiting me in Chicago, youwould iron my pillow cases as well. what’s changed?”

No, I don’t have to sleep on the couch but oddly enough this tactic has never convinced her that perhaps indeed we should share the job of ironing the boys shirts.